Quotes About Surrender

Stability grows as I learn to accept what I cannot control and take control of what I can.

By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond the winning.

It was too late to stop now. This kiss had damned them both.

Everything about this woman was more than he was prepared for. She was his. God help her, but he belonged to her too.

If control was what he needed tonight, I am only too glad to surrender all of mine. Anything if it means he'll keep driving his cock into me as if he can't get close enough, can't go deep enough. He needs this, and I revel in the fact that it is me who's giving him this.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

Reseph had never been cruel or callous, had lived in fear of succumbing to his evil side. And if he was that bad now that his Seal had been broken… Ares was screwed.

When you don't know what the answer is, you know *Who* the answer is.

I hear Jesus telling us to stop negotiating with Him, to stop offering something we think we have in exchange for His blessings.

Change from the inside out involves a steadfast gaze upon our Lord that's life changing because it reflects a deep turning from a commitment to self-sufficiency. Without repentance, a look at Christ provides only the illusion of comfort.

We'll never abandon ourselves to the Spirit as long as we think we can change without Him.

The great error has been to mistake the darkness for damnation, to surrender to immobility or worse, to try to retrace our steps backward to a safety that has ceased to exist or never existed.

Winning or losing is not the right scorecard. Obedience is. When we do the right thing, we're being faithful. Even if we get the wrong results.

Always do your work, Arjuna, but do not claim its yield, neither think of yourself in charge, nor flee the battlefield. Balanced in your duty, without care to win or lose, turn your work to yoga like the learned sages do.

Pero en ciertos casos es más digno dejarse llevar de un impulso ciego, provocado por un gran amor, que oponerse a él.

He renunciado a todo cuanto conozco - prosiguió Christian tras ella -. A todo el poder que me pertenecía por derecho. He dado la espalda a mi gente, a mi padre… incluso he renunciado a mi identidad… a mi nombre… por ti. Dime, ¿qué más he de hacer? Quizá cuando me veas caer a tus pies, muriendo por tu causa, seas capaz de comprender por fin hasta qué punto soy tuyo.

Odias la idea de no saber qué está pasando, de no poder hacer nada por evitarlo, de no ser tú. Tienes miedo de no llevar las riendas, de que otro te domine a ti. Estás demasiado acostumbrado a ser tú el que lo sabe y lo controla todo. Pero a veces, sabes... –añadió Jack con una sonrisa, dirigiendo una tierna mirada a Victoria–, no es tan malo dejarse llevar.

They bowed their heads together as Louie prayed. If God would quench their thirst, he vowed, he'd dedicate his life to him.

In a single, silent moment, his rage, his fear, his humiliation and helplessness, had fallen away. That morning, he believed, he was a new creation. Softly, he wept.

He felt certain that if she'd have let him, he could have levitated with her in his arms and they could have made love on the ceiling. He could have unzipped his body and wrapped her in his skin. He could have buried himself in her neck and slipped into the place between her shoulder and her throat, and been soldered by passion to her forever.

My eyes closed, hands open, Take it, take it . Then, every day wasted chasing it.

Of course women cared about stature, too, but they learned early to surrender any idea that life was a series of fair exchanges.

Are we marching off to battle?" Please let him think it was the maniacal pace he was setting that made her breathless. He stopped abruptly and managed a laugh. "Sorry, it's just—ah, the hell with it." And he hauled her into his arms, his mouth swooping down and claiming her.

The moment contained all her best hopes and desires. She needed and wanted very little: to be able to gaze upon his face every day for the rest of her life. The place did not matter, nor the conventions of church vows or family alliances or noble ties. He was her love, completely and utterly. As he sank down into her, Meghan gave a little sigh like a moan of surrender but it was not that. It was a sigh of peace, of completion, of a joining that made whole her world.